I first read Wuthering Heights in about 1976 and it has been my favourite book ever since...Heathcliff has always been the love of my life...carved 'in a wild workshop...the crag took human shape...dark and frowning, terrible and beautiful...the moorland moss clothes him and heath with blooming bells and balmy fragrance grows faithfully close to the giant's foot' .
( currer bell)
I have dared to try to create him at last....
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